"Mindweaver Root?" Gilgamel echoed softly. The name stirred something in his memory.
He recalled reading about it once—buried among countless entries in Owl's grand library, listed alongside other legendary elixirs. But back then, he hadn't understood anything about mental power, nor cared to. He'd skimmed past it without thought, merely remembering that the Mindweaver Root was said to grow within a wizard's consciousness and bestow a mysterious enchantment effect.
That was all he knew.
Yet, from Dean's explanation, it was clearly far more than that.
Dean shook his head slightly, "The Mindweaver Root is a legendary elixir, as rare as the Golden Apple itself. It's not something you should be thinking about now. Your focus should be on finding a Golden Apple to change your magic talent."
"Hehe~" Gilgamel suddenly smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Dean raised a brow, "What?"
